Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.